Bones

March 9 & 14/14

We all have our bones.

Our structural things that support (what we perceive to be) the very fabric of which we are made.

True, upon facing each other, it is our faces that are seen. That we watch most carefully for the slightest non-verbal communication. But although folds of skin, like curtains may hide or inhibit outside access to the soul, deep down it is the skulls which house the windows. Not the other way around.

And this voice would be nothing without neck, shoulder and collar. Without vertebrae conducting movement and stillness and volume.

And the nerves along our bones are either screeching or symphonic. In sincere discord with all there is, or perfect harmony. Either protesting or revelling in the alignment of our bones. Our structure. Our skeletal abode. Ever ready to sing.